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Smed - 2005-10-20 14:08:57
In college, even, I used to write letters to girls on other campuses. And to get a return letter was the bestest thing of the day. Now, if I don't get an email reply within 6 hours I wonder about someone...
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radiogurl - 2005-10-20 17:19:08
Man... That cannonball hit me square in the breadbasket. Nice call... if a bit painful, lol.
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Connie - 2005-10-20 21:14:19
Oh, the days of yore. I can't claim to have seen some of the things you mentioned, but electric typewriters and hand-written letters, and no area codes for phone numbers. I used to be able to dial only seven numbers and get the place I wanted, with a real human at the other end. Answering machines were a wondrous novelty when I was eight years old, and a computer! Oh, at the age of twelve a computer was THE cutting edge of technology. I was twelve in 1996. The computer Mom bought for us all ran with Windows 3.1. I still typed my school reports on my father's 70-lb electric typewriter, though (it was fashioned in 1970-something).
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fightn4life - 2005-10-21 05:57:07
Oh my, this is me, how sad. I too am a baby boomer born early 50s and still remember my grandma phone number; Tucker1-1910, the letter I wrote to family in Indy was "General delivery" and their name. I cut weeds and mowed lawns when I was a kid so I could get a pair of skates, the kind that hooked to shoes and tightened with a key. I recall how cool it was when in school we were allowed to use a pen that needed a cartridge instead of a pencil. I was going to answer this when I got home from work but felt this "need" to do it now." Wow, we have gone from slow pace to the right now generation. Sandyz
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candoor - 2005-10-21 14:55:01
Cloverdale is an exchange I remember because during the summer and on Saturdays in elementary school I'd be 'babysat' at this office in an appliance store and I would sit at this switchboard, a board with lots of holes and lights and wires that came up from holes in the table top, where you pulled out the wire and plugged it into the hole to answer a call and then pulled out a corresponding wire to conect the call to someone in the company...

ironically, I was always looking for immediate gratification during all those years of handwritten letters and now that everything is instant, I've somehow found patience and a fine appreciation for anticipation...

though even my fine appreciation has it's limits :)
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Meany - 2005-10-22 23:40:08
I do love you! I just can't ever think of anything interesting to say in your comments ... I'm really a total idiot. My comments center around "Haha. FUCK! Ice cream and booze." Ask anybody; it's true!
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